Moving on ~ Sequel of Travis (a scömìche fanfic)

Chapter 13

Everyone stared at the monument in the center of a roadery as they walked out of the restaurant.

Avi had his barbecue. (A/N aviously)

Kirstie had soup.

Kevin and Esther had some sushi.

Scott had some noodles. (A/N cause you know, he's a noodle)

And Mitch had a little salad.

His appetite shriveled away at breakfast.

Or at least what he had of it.

But he still needed something to eat.

So no one would catch on.

No one would have to get involved in his problems again.

Kevin and Avi were looking on their phones for other places to visit while everyone else chatted beside them.

"So, guys. Can't wait to go to China?" Kirstie asked the little group.

"Oh my gosh, yes! I've never been there before and I'm happy I arranged this place for the tour!" Esther answered happily.

"Yes, I can't wait to go! I've heard good things about where we're going." Scott added.

"Can't wait." Mitch said quietly, but too quiet for anyone to hear.

He looked to everyone who continued talking.

Kirstie peeked around Kevin's shoulder to see a beautiful statue on his phone screen.

"Found anything good to see?"

Avi and Kevin turned around.

"Yeah, there's this really cool little memorial down a couple blocks from here," Kevin pointed down the street.

"It's supposed to be one of the most visited memorials here," Avi added.

"Ooh, what is it for?" Esther asked.

Kevin went on to answer as Mitch completely toned himself out of the conversation.

He looked around the busy streets to look for the familiar two men.

His previous bruises from their powerful hits started hurting just at the thought of them.

Why would they follow him?

Mitch thought they hated Travis.

If anything, they would feel a little bit happy to get rid of Travis.

Mitch's thoughts started flowing and flowing.

"Are they doing it for fun?

Is someone asking them to do it?

Does someone hate me so much to send the two to hurt me?

Who would hate me?

Why?

Probably because of what a horrible person I am.

I mean, I KILLED him.

No one does that.

I'm so f***ing stupid.

I can't believe I even did that.

I don't blame Tim and Hank for coming after me.

Oh my g-"

"Hey Mitchy?"

Mitch looked up to the source of the voice.

"Yes Scott?"